An Ideal Husband

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An Ideal HusbandGuys always stare at me, at my big knockers and booty. Sure, the ideal woman issupposed to be slim and look great in the latest fashions. But what do you thinkguys really want? Why are there so many magazines with titles like MAMMOTHMAMMARIES and BOMBASTIC BOOBS? Or DOUBLE-WIDE BUTTS and SUPER-SIZED SITTERS? Screwthe latest fashions. I wear tight tops and tighter jeans, to show off what I’vegot. So with all the guys who are interested in me, when some shy little twerp cameup to me at my favorite bar and offered to buy me a drink, my first instinct was totell him to scram. But then I figured, hey, I got here early, nobody interesting isaround, so why not let the loser pay for my first rum and cola? Right? So I pattedthe stood next to me and resisted the temptation to make a joke about how long aclimb it would be for a shrimp like him or about how they would have to card such ababy-face. So he hops up alongside me, trying not to gawk at my contours, andsignals for the bartender. That evening it was Turk, a tall Black guy who I like tochat with. He comes over and I can tell from his look that he’s ready to chase thelittle creep away, if that’s what I want. But I give him a wink and say, “My newfriend here wants to buy me a rum and cola.” Then I turn to my admirer and ask,”What did you say your name was?” He looks at me with these sad puppy eyes, likehe’s expecting to get smacked, and says his name is Willy. Okay, so I have to skiptelling a few more jokes, the obvious one being to ask him if Little Willy has alittle willy. Turk brings me my drink, he and I talk for a minute, and then Turkturns to Willy after making him wait, and says, “Can I get you something?” Theloser orders himself a glass of white wine. I’m asking myself if he could havethought of anything less macho, like maybe a Shirley Temple with a paper umbrella init. Turk pours him the wine and puts it in front of him, then stands there givinghim a serious look. Willy catches on and reaches for his wallet. He puts a twentyon the bar and Turk takes it and brings him his change. I’m thinking it’s time toditch Willy so before Turk can hand him the bills I say, “That’s your tip, honey.” Turk ignores Willy and thanks me, saying, “Appreciate it, Kara.” I brush back mylong red hair with one hand and give Turk a smile.I’m sipping my drink and wondering how far I’ll have to push the midget to get himto leave. Maybe I should start talking about how I’m a size queen, which is true,and that I’m not interested in any guy with less than eight thick inches. That’swhen Willy clears his throat, managing to sound like my little niece, and tells me,”I think you’re really pretty, Kara.” That’s when I spot that bastard Richie comingin. I had been dating him and the sex was great, but we always got into fights andfinally split, but then the the make-up sex was even better. Since we’re on theouts again already, I figure I’ll make Richie jealous. He looks at me and I put myhand on Willy’s thigh, which just about gives the wimp a heart attack. Then I leanreally close to him, so my rack is almost touching him, and say, in a sexy voice,”Thank you, darling. That’s so sweet of you to say.” Then I cup his weak chin inmy plump palm and give him an air kiss. From the corner of my eye I can see Richiegetting steamed. So I reach over and unbutton the top button on the geeky shirtWilly is wearing. He almost falls on the floor. Richie turns around and stalksright back out the door. I laugh. Turk laughs. Willy is clueless. And I stillhave to dump him. All of a sudden I get an idea. With a slight jerk of my head Iget Turk to move closer so he can hear what I’m going to say. Then, just loudenough for the three of us, I inform Willy boy, “You know, we could go to my placeand get to know each other better but there’s one problem.” His face gets reallyworried, like I’m going to tell him something terrible, and he says, very concerned,”What is it, Kara?” I squeeze his soft thigh and tell him, “I’m incredibly hornyright now, but I don’t feel like fucking.” His eyes get big when he hears theF-word. “The only thing I want tonight is for some guy, like you Willy, to eat mycunt. I mean to go down there and stay down there until I say ‘no more’. So Iguess you wouldn’t be interested.”Right when he’s supposed to start stammering and try to find a polite way to escape,he surprises me, and Turk too, I’m sure, by coming back with, “That would be fine,Kara.” Willy takes a delicate swallow of his wine, for courage I guess, and goeson, “I would be honored to be allowed to… do that… for you. I honestly would.” I’ll admit it. That caught me off guard. I notice Turk is all at once veryinterested in a glass that needs cleaning. I tilt my head to the side and say,”Welllll…”, with the wheels in my mind going around and around. Here’s what I’mthinking. I love to screw. But I also love to get my pussy eaten. Love it! Except that when I’m with one of my stallions, one of the Eight Inch Plus Club guys,it seems like a waste to have them licking and sucking my pink taco when they couldbe laying pipe. So here’s this useless Willy, except he might be good for eatingit, and I can’t see him trying to get anything else if I tell him he can’t have it. Willy seems like he would almost rather go down than get in. Shit, that would beokay by me. I figured what-the-hell and told him, “Let me have another didim escort drink andI’ll think about it. Might be sweet to have your head between my thighs and keepyou munching carpet for about an hour or so. Sound good?” He got this look like hehad just won the lottery and couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Willy said, withhis voice sounding like he was afraid one wrong word would blow the whole deal, “Iwould be so happy to do that for you. I would be… honored. If you’d like I couldbuy a bottle before we leave, whatever you’d like, so you could have a drink whileI… did that for you.” Was that too good or what? I nodded and took the lastswallow of my rum and then ordered another. Willy hadn’t finished his wine but Ididn’t really care. By the time I had downed my second one, I had made up my mind. I wanted to know, “Where’s your ride?” “My…?” “Your car,” I said rathersnappishly. “Where’s your car?” My bitchy tone actually turned him on. I wasstarting to see what the big picture was with Willy. He said that his car was rightacross the street in the pay lot. I’m used to guys who park on the street, even ifit’s a few blocks away, to save a buck. Cheapskates like Richie. Willy and I stopin the package goods section and I pick the most expensive bottle of whiskey theyhave, one that they keep behind the counter, along with mixer and three kinds ofsnacks. He pulls out his plastic and doesn’t even blink as he signs the receipt. When we get to the lot I’m surprised in a happy way to see that he has a money car. I wouldn’t like to make the payments on that one. Mind you, it’s not a hot car. Real conservative. Probably picked it for the safety features. But still it’s amoney car. So he opens the door for me and I slip in, with him trying not to looklike he’s peeking down my top, even though I know that move. Most of the guys I gowith not only ogle my hefties, but they say stuff like, “I’ll bet you can’t gowithout a bra” or “How much do those milkbags weigh?”. You know, real classy stufflike that. So he gets in and starts driving and pretty soon we’re out of thedowntown area and heading into a ritzy neighborhood. More money. Willy the Wimp islooking better and better. He pulls up to this place with a stone wall around itand hits something on the dash that makes this metal gate, this big Addams familygate, swing open. Crap on a cracker! He is SO money. And he wants my ass. Orrather, he wants to kiss my ass, from the way it sounds. I have no problem withthat. He rolls up to the front door, parks, and rushes around to open my sideagain. I could get used to this. I’d miss all those horse cocks I love so much,miss them in my mouth and pussy, but it would almost be worth it to tap his walletfor a while. And then I think, yo, why would I have to give up anything. Hello,Kara. How do you spell ‘cheating’? But later for that. Right now I want to seethe inside of stately Willy Manor. I take his arm like I’m a socialite in somemovie and I can see he’s thrilled to walk me inside. It’s just the two of us insidehis big expensive home. The place isn’t huge but it’s still way bigger than I’mused to. So he excuses himself to take the bag with the booze and stuff in it tothe kitchen, and then he calls back to me to find out how I’d like my drink. I wantto see more of his place so I holler back, “Let me do it. I know exactly how it hasto be.” The kitchen, no surprise, is as cool as the rest of the place has been. Imake us both drinks, not bothering to ask him if he wants to stick with white wine,and make them strong. Mine is strong because that’s the way I prefer it, and his isbecause I want to get him kind of tipsy, loosened up, so I can get a better feel forthe way he thinks, the whole ‘please let me slobber all over your slit’ business,and get a clearer idea of how far I can push him and how much I can get him to spendon me. Like, jewelry much, or at least shopping spree for clothes much. I’mbetting he’d like to go shopping for fancy lingerie with me in the big girl’sboutique in the mall. And maybe a place I know that sells slutty shoes. Yeah, it’sall good.So we sit on the sofa, some big old antique thing, and I make sure I’m close to him,and he’s obviously not used to real drinks, and he’s still nervous around me, so herepeats what he said before about me being pretty and how he wants to do whateverwill make me happy, and he adds on that I shouldn’t worry about doing anything forhim. Inside I’m saying, ‘Don’t worry, little man, I’m going to be damned selfishand say tough shit to your needs’. I don’t want to say that to him yet, even thoughI’m still thinking about how me being a bitch back at the bar got him excited. Iask him if he likes what I’m wearing and, after he says yes, I want him to tell meWHAT he likes about it. Listening to him fumble his words as he tries to say myclothes put my boobs and booty on display, without coming right out and saying it,gets me hot. I like having this weakling under my thumb. The idea of ordering himaround is making me wet, like I might soak right through the front of my panties. That wet. My nipples are talking to me. Being excited from acting mean is a newfeeling and I like it. So I interrupt him and say, “Willy, are you telling me thatyou’ve been getting off on looking at my tits and ass? That you’ve been thinking ofhaving your hands all over me?” I make it sound like I’m scolding escort didim him and he getsscared and turned on at the same time. I stand up and look down on him, the drinkmaking me reckless, not caring about if I blow the deal, just caught up by these newsensations and wanting more of them. I tell him, “You’re getting me angry, Willy. I think you had better show me you’re sincere. I think you had better make good onyour promise back in the bar.” I pause, like I’m an actress in some big scene, likeI’m getting ready to say something really important, which I suppose I am, before Iannounce, “It’s time to go to the bedroom, boy. It’s time for you to EAT — MY –CUNT.” Then, completely not caring about anything else, I grab his arm, which isway less developed than what I’m used to, not developed at all in fact, and haul himto his feet. My gamble pays off and he looks like he’s going to cum in his shortsright then. But instead he manages to choke out a few words, telling me, “Mybedroom is at the top of the stairs.” We go into a hallway, which leads to an evenbigger room than we had been in (I thought it was the living room but I guess it waswhat they call a sitting room, and this new one is the real living room) and on thefar side of that room are these big-assed stairs. I’m still grabbed onto his armbut he’s walking a step ahead of me, guiding me. I want to be the boss and for himto know it, so I move faster than him and start right up those marble steps, towinghim along, thinking that he can get a good eyeful of my big rump where he is, he canwatch those hams rubbing up against each other inside my jeans that fit like theywere painted on. I’m imagining how exciting this must all be for him and how I’mcontrolling everything, and all that is getting me hotter than I’ve ever beenbefore, hotter than a roomful of big cocks could, I’m guessing. It’s good to be theboss.His bedroom isn’t so big, like maybe he sees himself as a mini-man, so he picked amini-room, or at least mini for this place. The bed, however, is king-sized. Istop at the foot of it and put my hands on my big old hips and give him this nasty,I’m-gonna-make-you-my-bitch look that he just eats up, and I tell him, “You didn’tbring my drink. Go back down and get me my drink. NOW. And you can bring yours,too. Get moving.” He races out like a scared rabbit and is back almost before heleft, going as fast as he can but obviously afraid of spilling the booze, especiallymine. He sets them on the night table, real easy like he doesn’t want to make anyfalse moves, and then stands there with his hands at his sides, waiting to be toldwhat to do next. This is too much fun. I let him sweat it for a half minute andthen snap at him, “Let’s go. What are you? Lazy? Take my shoes off for me. Getme out of these jeans. NOW.” He twitches. I sit on the end of the bed. Willygets down on one knee, a regular Prince Charming, or maybe Prince Chump, and issuper careful taking off my shoes, while I’m thinking about a couple of new pairsI’m planning to buy with his money. His hands kind of take too long during theparts where they have to be touching my feet. Jeez Louise. I’m all sweaty fromhaving those shoes on and sort of smelly, but I notice him leaning near and takinga deep sniff, probably of the sticky stuff I get between my toes all the time. Ashe reaches up to unbutton my jeans I can see his fingers trembling. This is hisnaughty boy dream come true. Hell, I’M his dream woman, all cushiony breasts andpillow ass. He’s in some sort of private perv heaven. Well, I’m not going to bursthis bubble. I’m going to encourage him and get him deeper and deeper into it. I’mgoing to get him to the point where he can’t say no to anything I want, in bed or atthe mall, or else shopping on-line, and to where the thought of me dumping him willhave him too upset to think straight. Yeah, I don’t want him thinking clearly. Iwant to empty his mind of everything, like squeezing all the stuff out of atoothpaste tube, so I can fill it back up with what I want, fill it up kind of withME. “Hey, stupid,” I bark at him when he just kneels there, not sure if he needs morepermission or something before he can undo my pants. I lift up my bottom and go on,”Do it dork. Get my ass uncovered now.” As he begins to work down my jeans, I say,”I want my pussy bare so you can get busy with it. Get busy with your mouth. Youdo know how to eat pussy, don’t you?” I had just figured that he had done it beforebut Willy got this blank look and said, “I think so.” I switch to a quiet voice,all don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me, and want to know, “Willy, are you a virgin?” Heblushes and lowers his eyes before he admits, “Yes, Kara. I’m a… virgin.” Howmessed up is that? All kinds of money and he’s never been able to get laid. Badfor him but way good for me. I tell him, sounding almost kind, “Don’t worry. I’llmake sure you do it right.” Then, turning back into Wicked Wanda or Evil Elvira orwhoever, I say, “I’ll make you work and work and work until you get it right. Orelse. Understood?” He nods and this time he actually CAN’T find his voice. A pussyeating rich boy who isn’t able to talk back. Yeah, I’ll take one of those. I getcreative and raise my legs, put my feet in his face, and push him over backwards. Then I stand up and get a bare foot on either side of his head, nice and close. Iglare down at him and say, “You are going didim escort bayan to finish taking off my jeans, remove mypanties, smell my panties, and if you manage to get do those simple jobs correctly,I maybe MIGHT let you eat my precious pussy. Do you want to eat my pussy?” Offbalance and not hesitating or censoring himself for a change, he confesses, “I wantto eat your pussy more anything else. Please, Kara. I’ll be good. Please let meeat your… precious… pussy.” I smirk at him and order, “Pull these damned jeansdown to my ankles. And do it right.” I’m not sure what the WRONG way would be butI figure the more abuse I heap on him the more he’ll obey. He finally gets thoseplus-size, wide-in-the-hips jeans down over my full thighs and thick firm calves. My legs really are shapely, just big at the same time. When they’re down and I stepout of them, he neatly folds them and sets them aside. I grab the back of his headand pull his face against my crotch. He moans, I suppose from pleasure. Right? And then I release him and, like he’s in a spell, which I guess he is, Willy useshis thumbs and first fingers to take the waistband of my panties, pull it away frommy skin ever-so-gently, and begins working them down over my heavy thighs, takingforever, either because he wants to make it last or because he’s hypnotized by mybody, but finally he has me naked from the waist down. I figure I don’t need tohave the rest of me uncovered to get what I want, and not letting him see my tittieswill be one of those small tortures that he must need and that I’m finding I love togive him. So there. I tell him, “Get naked for me. Then we’ll begin your first lesson in Pussy Eating101. And don’t worry, boy. I’m one hell of a teacher.” With that I flop back onthe bed and wriggle myself up toward the huge fancy headboard, which is all handcarved, it looks like. I don’t bother to close my legs. In fact, I spread themnice and wide to give loverboy something else to be hypnotized by. The helplesslittle virgin gawks at my red bush and pink lips as he struggles to get out of hisclothes. His body is pale and just about hairless. I almost laugh out loud when Isee his tiny penis and equally small balls. It takes a few seconds before I realizeit’s already hard. It’s all the way up and it’s still the littlest I’ve ever seen. No wonder he’s still a virgin. I don’t know any girl who would want that jokebetween his legs. No woman would want to get laid by that and no woman would wantto marry it. That last thought gives me another idea but I file it away, eager toconcentrate on right now and get my orgasms one and two and probably three. Like Isaid, I’m a great teacher, even though I’m used to guys who just want to suck my fattits and then shove themselves in me, I can still make any guy better in bed. Sometimes after I split with one and he moves on to some girlfriend of mine, I hearback from her how good he is in the sack, and when I ask for details it’s always theshit I’ve taught him. But, I’m thinking as Willy crawls up between my thighs andgets his face down close to my business, this will be a new type of education for meto give. I start out by saying, “Stick out your tongue, boy, like you’re going tolick a lollipop.” Willy does exactly as he’s told. For the next hour. Throughthree excellent climaxes for me and no fun for him. At least not the kind of funany other guy I’ve been with would expect to get. Instead, after he’s followedevery instruction exactly and I’m knocked out from an overload of pleasure, I tellhim to move forward and hold himself up on his arms. He does, getting into themissionary position. Then I reach out and squeeze his nipples lightly, making himgasp. I keep that up until he’s panting. Then I tell him, “All right. You did ahalf decent job. So I’m going to give you a reward. You may touch my perfect pussywith the tip of your miniature dick. Go ahead. Before I change my mind. And onlythe tip.” He does it, obviously terrified that he’ll get it wrong and have hisprivilege taken away. But I let him do it. I want to get him hooked on my body inevery possible way. Why? For the money? Well, yeah, but my plans have gottenbigger since I saw his car and house. What I told him about no girl wanting tomarry his tiny dick wasn’t exactly true. I intend to marry it. I assure him, “Youwill never ever be allowed to put that miserable excuse for a cock into me. Understood?” He takes a noisy breath and says, “Yes, Kara.” “But because I likeyou a little bit and feel sorry for such a lame ass, I’m going to keep going outwith you and letting you eat my pussy. It’s all you’re good for in bed, isn’t it?” He closed his eyes and agreed, “Yes. It’s all I’m good for.” Then, without beingprompted, he added, “I will eat your pussy as much as you will let me. Thank you,Kara.” No, I wanted to say, thank YOU, Willy, because once I have my hooks deepinto you, right into your soul, I’m going to make you marry me and be my bed slave’from this day forth’. And I won’t have to miss all that monster cock that I loveso much because I’m going to cheat on you, Willy boy, and tell you that I’m doingit, and make you go down on me after my dates and clean up the spunk guys pump mefull of with your mouth. I’m going to own you and control every minute of yourwimpy life because it makes my pussy clench just thinking about doing that. Youwill be my property and I will be your owner. Richie can me the Best Man at ourwedding and he can fuck me cross-eyed in our honeymoon suite while you watch and,for all I care, cry your eyes out. Yes, Willy, we are going to have one amazingmarriage. ******

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